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“Taddeo Gianni DeLuca, where did you spring from?”
Aw, shit.
His aunt Sylvia filled a seat at the kitchen table, her eyes bugging out over her coffee cup. Thank Christ he had put on his briefs but still, this was his aunt they were talking about.
Buon giorno,de-rection.
Jules had frozen with a spoonful of what looked like mashed-up banana and Nutella halfway to Evan’s mouth. Her mouth dropped open, but it didn’t stop her perusal of his barely clad body. Some things just can’t be ignored. However, she beat him silly in the hot-morning-after stakes with a scrap of fabric that barely passed for shorts and gorgeous braless breasts that strained at a gossamer-thin tank.
“Sylvia dropped Evan over on her way to Mass,” she said with a deep breath that moved those breasts in a way that had to be illegal.And you’re standing there half-naked,she accused with those iridescent green eyes.
“You never said you had company,” Sylvia cut in, her gossipy glee impossible to disguise. “This is great news. I’ve had my eye on you two for a while.”
“No news, Syl.” Jules handed Tad a dishtowel, then changed her mind and switched it out for an apron. He gave her a look of,what the fuck am I supposed to do with this?She gave him a look of infinite patience.
“Tad overindulged at the opening so he stayed over after he walked me home.”
Sylvia curved her gaze past him to the living room, her towering bouffant swaying precipitously. The kids liked to joke that it housed boozy Smurfs.
“I don’t see any bed linens on the sofa.”
Jules returned to feeding Evan, who was talking baby babble about bananas. “Funny story there. I know everyone has been expecting Tad and I to get together and last night…”
Sylvia leaned forward.
“I was all primed and ready…”
Sylvia nodded several times in encouragement.
“But he couldn’t, well, you know…” Jules shaded her mouth with one hand and said in a stage whisper, “Perform.”
He wrenched his head so quickly he winced. “Excuse me?”
“You don’t remember, babe, but you were pretty bladdered. The spirit was willing but the flesh was oh so weak.” She made an up-down gesture with her hand that seemed to indicate… “Flaccid.”
That wasnotthe word he was going for. Sylvia’s eyes were on stalks.
“So he’s all talk and—?”
“Small, useless appendage.”
Sylvia tutted and walloped him in the side. He didn’t even flinch because that was her standard manner of showing affection.
“You have a beautiful woman, ready and willing, and what do you do? Let the DeLuca name down and can’t fulfill your end of the bargain.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. The bargain had been fulfilled, over and over again. All night, she had been right there with him, alternating between satisfying his starving cock and begging him to feast on her honeyed heat. No part of his anatomy had even flirted with “flaccid.”
“Now hold up a second. I am more than capable—”
Jules waved a hand, countermanding his defense.
“Tad, love, nobody thinks any less of you for it. I’m sure these things happen all the time. I mean, it’s the first timeI’veencountered it, but I’m sure once you sober up it’ll be fine.”
Sylvia’s face lit up. “Betsey Corrigan’s boy just got out of a messy divorce. No kids,grazie di Dio. Taddeo, you remember Johnny Corrigan from your days as an altar boy? Don’t you think he’d like to meet abella donnalike Julietta?”
Tad scoffed. “That guy was such a Goody Two-shoes. Guy was afraid to get toasted on the communion wine with the rest of the crew.”
A quirk of amusement crossed Jules’s lips. “Communion wine?”
